Barely Breathing

by Rebecca Donovan

Page 44

  "Wait. You already know where youre going?"

  "I already know where I want to go," Evan corrected. "I just need my mother to tell us if Im going there or not. Shes really great at keeping secrets, even from my father. "

  "Well, if he knew where you were going, then this wouldnt be nearly as exciting," Vivian smiled. "Im the only one who knows for a reason. "

  I didnt understand her tactics, to keep his acceptance letters from him until this night. The need to let the suspense build until I thought I was about to pass out. I wanted to scream, "Just tell us already!!" But of course I didnt. I remained still in the backseat, barely breathing.

  When we arrived at the restaurant, we were escorted to a table in the corner with a little more privacy. Evan assisted in removing my jacket before taking off his own. My mouth crept into a big smile when he revealed his attire.

  Beneath his tailored suit jacket, he wore the Stanford t-shirt Id given him for Christmas.

  "I didnt want there to be any misunderstandings about my choice," Evan explained with a smirk when he saw me beaming.

  "Very clever," Vivian admired with a shine in her eyes. "Im not sure your father will appreciate your sense of style, but I adore it. "

  "Me too," I added, feeling a little more confident at the sight of him wearing the t-shirt, like he already belonged there.

  Vivian insisted we order while we waited for Stuart. I selected the dish she recommended, knowing I wouldnt be eating much of it. I had a feeling that regardless of where Evan wanted to go and what college accepted him, his father was going to have the final say. After all, it was his money putting Evan through college.

  And then we waited.

  Vivian drove the conversation without pause, but she couldnt keep Evan from checking his watch every few minutes. I remained quiet, listening and nodding?glancing over as Evans face became tighter with each minute that passed. By the time our entrées were cleared, with more left on the plates than eaten, Evan was straining every muscle in his body to remain composed.

  Vivian excused herself from the table, taking her cell phone with her.

  "Hes not coming," Evan concluded dryly under his breath. "He wants to make it perfectly clear he doesnt approve and wont support my decision. "

  I wanted to say the right thing to make him feel better, but I didnt. His father had deserted him on one of the most important nights of his life. What was there to say? Instead, I held his hand as he gripped it firmly, allowing me to just be there for him.

  Vivian returned and smiled tensely. "Well, it doesnt appear that your father will be able to make it. I apologize. So theres no use in delaying the suspense.

  "Evan, you chose Stanford, and they also chose you. Congratulations. " She tried to appear happy for him, but Stuarts refusal to attend cursed the entire evening.

  "Thank you," Evan accepted graciously, but his face still looked as though hed bitten into something sour. I kept a worried eye upon him, feeling his hand tighten around mine.

  I tried to smile as well, looking toward Vivian for reassurance?but I couldnt find any in her troubled eyes. Evans choice to attend Stanford had divided their family, and that wasnt worthy of celebration.

  I returned home that night deflated and confused. The one thing I wanted more than anything suddenly felt so selfish and wrong. And I wasnt sure how to make it right.

  The house was dark when I entered. I flipped on the foyer lights and searched for signs that my mother had returned. Her car wasnt in the driveway. Her jacket wasnt in the closet.

  I glanced at the clock and realized it was still early, so there wasnt need to worry. . . yet. I went upstairs to change and brush my teeth before returning to the living room and curling up on the couch to wait for her.

  My eyes blinked open, and I pulled my head off the pillow, listening. I squinted to make out the glowing time on the cable box. It was after three in the morning. I quickly swept the blankets off to peer out the window, finding my car the only occupant of the driveway. I ran up the stairs and opened her door. Her bed sheets were still crumpled in her half hearted attempt to make her bed. She wasnt home.

  I was trying not to panic, but I kept thinking of the night when Jonathan and I had to pick her up at the bar. What if something happened to her? What if she tried to drive home? My heart pounded with each racing thought, flashing through all the horrific possibilities.

  I paced the foyer, trying to decide what to do, then instinctively picked up my phone.

  "Was it a shoe?" Jonathan teased on the other end.

  "Shes not home," I burst out. "Its after three in the morning, and shes not home yet. What if something happened to her? What if?"

  "Emma!" Jonathan raised his voice to get my attention. "What are you talking about?"

  "My mother," I explained, my voice edged with panic. "Shes still not home and I dont know what to do. "

  "Did you call her?"

  It seemed so obvious a question. I closed my eyes and shook my head in embarrassment. "No. "

  "Call her and then call me back, okay?" he instructed calmly.

  "Okay. " I hung up and immediately called my mothers phone. I didnt know why I hadnt thought to do that originally. I guess the visual of her in a ditch, bleeding to death on the side of the road, distracted me from thinking clearly.

  The phone rang three times before someone picked it up. "Hello?"

  "Hi, this is Emily," I answered not recognizing the womans voice. "Im looking for Rachel. "

  "Oh," the woman croaked, obviously my call had woken her. "Shes here, passed out. "

  "Um," I faltered, "wheres here?"

  "This is Sharon. "

  "Sorry," I blundered.

  "Do you need to talk to her?"

  "No, Ill see her in the morning. " I hung up the phone and plopped down on the couch. I wanted to be relieved, and I was. . . mostly.

  I called Jonathan back. "Shes at Sharon’s. Sorry that I freaked out like that. I should have called her first. I wasnt thinking straight. "

  "Dont worry about it," he assured me. "Are you going to be okay? Do you want me to come over or anything?"

  I paused, not expecting the offer. "Uh, no. Im just going to bed. I have school in the morning. "

  I did go to bed. But I didnt sleep.

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  "Did you remember your bathing suit?"

  "Huh?" I turned toward Sara, who was awaiting my answer with her shoulder against her locker. Shed caught me staring at nothing again. Thinking about my mother and wondering why I didnt see her this morning. Id expected her to come home to get ready for work. Maybe she borrowed something from Sharon. From what I knew of Sharon, the choices must have been limited.

  “You brought your bathing suit, right?" Sara repeated with her brows scrunched. "For Jills party tonight. "

  "Yeah," I answered. "Are we staying at her place or going back to yours?"

  "Not sure yet," she replied, walking next to me until we had to go our separate ways. "See you at lunch. " I nodded and headed downstairs.

  I felt like I was sleepwalking the entire day. The voices were murmurs of incoherent noise. I jotted down notes without really understanding what the teacher was talking about. Everything around me went by in a blur, but I was moving in slow motion.

  I expected Sara and Evan to say something, but they didnt. It struck me that perhaps they werent surprised by my glazed over stare and lack of contribution to their conversations. They always looked at me like they were worried, so today was apparently just like every other day. But it felt. . . off.

  I wasnt sure I could explain it, but there was something that didnt feel right. I knew I was exhausted, not having slept more than a couple of hours, but it was more than that. There was a queasiness in the bottom of my stomach, like I had forgotten to turn off the iron or something?but much worse.

  I drove to the soccer field after school. The rest of the soccer team hadnt arrived yet, since practice didn’t
start for forty-five minutes. I usually did homework and changed at school, but today I drove straight here. I reclined my seat and stared up at the clouds, waiting. I figured Id change as the rest of the girls started to arrive.

  My lids became heavier the longer I stared. I closed them, convinced Id wake when the cars began pulling in.

  "Do you have your cleats?"

  "Yup," I answered, picking them up by their laces.

  "Do you have your shin guards?"

  "Yup. " I stuffed them under arm.

  "Do you have your coach?"

  "Daaad," I laughed. "Stop being silly. "

  "I just wanted to make sure you had everything," he teased. "Guess Ill be in charge of the soccer star. " He scooped me up in his arms and tickled my belly, making me squirm and squeal in delight. The he pulled me in to kiss me on the cheek.

  "Were going to win today," I told him, my voice proud and confident.

  "Were going to have fun today," he corrected, rubbing the top of my head as he carried me to the car.

  When we arrived at the soccer field, I raced ahead to join my friends while my dad unloaded the soccer balls out of the trunk.

  But as I got closer, the kids laughter grew quiet, and the wind picked up. I squinted against the bright sun, spinning in a circle. Everyone was gone.

  "Dad?" I called out, searching for him. My hair whipped in my face. I clumsily pushed it out of my face, trying to see. "Dad!" I yelled, becoming more and more frightened. I spun around again, but I was alone. "Dad!" I screamed.

  "Emma!" I opened my eyes and shot up in the seat, blinking around in surprise, disoriented by the sun setting behind the trees. There was a knock on my window.

  "Emma, have you been in your car the entire time?" Casey asked from outside. She was sweaty and her face was flushed. I opened my door and swung my feet onto the dirt parking lot, trying to catch my breath. "You missed the entire practice. "

  "I did?" I shook my head, trying to pull away from the dream completely. "I cant believe I did that. "

  "I hope coach will let you play in the game on Sunday. "

  "Is he still here?" I asked, searching the fairly vacant lot.

  "No," Casey replied. "I was about to leave when I saw your car. Are you okay? Are you sick or something?"

  "No," I shook my head. "I got here early, and guess I dozed off. I still cant believe I slept that long. Wow. "

  "Are you going to Jills tonight?"

  "Yeah. I should get to Saras. Ill see you there I guess. "

  "Okay," she replied with an unsure smile. "Youll be at practice tomorrow, right?"

  "I will," I promised, hoping missing practice hadnt jeopardized my starting position for Sunday.

  The team was part of a traveling spring soccer league. It wasnt affiliated with the school district, and there were strict rules about missing practice?especially since we only practiced a few days a week. Coach wanted to make certain every player was serious about being there. He was more than willing to replace anyone who slacked. I needed this league to get in shape for Stanford and didnt want to jeopardize it by falling asleep in my car.